A Flesh and Bone Collector

I am a collector

Others collect treasures, memorable things

I collect flesh and bones

 

A year ago, today

My baby died

I was fighting to live

I came back

He did not

That day

I shuttered into a thousand pieces of

Bleeding flesh and broken bones

That day I lost

My health

My identity, and

My inner light

 

Faces got wet and dried

So many times

I can never have him back

I go pick up my broken pieces

I find the old ones

Friendship and love from my family

I find new ones

Forgiveness and gratitude

I know it is going to take me a long time

Possibly a lifetime

But, I know

It is going to be my masterpiece

A better ME, with

New identity

Stronger health, and

Brighter inner light

 

I am a collector

I collect flesh and bones

 

Writing 101, Day 20: The Things We Treasure

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